The Watcher On The Porch

"The air on the threshold bit with a strange tang. Cold iron in the ancient rains, smelling of machines I know not the names of, that move about before the sun is first kindled.

Within, the timbers were silent and known; a small kingdom of cedar, bound by the dull safety of habit and routine. But, where the door stood ajar, the great shadow began its stir.

I watched the outer-darkness heave. a slow purposeful shift in the gloom, as if the night itself drew breath in time with the foundation of my Warden's hall. It seeks no prey and asks for no entry. Its only desire was to be acknowledged by a living eye.

I retreated then from the abyss. I sought the familiar warmth of the hearth and the company of the shadows that know my name. Some terrors are best left to wander the wild woods alone."

~Leviticus Queso Du Fromage III, Catcher Of Mice & Lord of the Pantry.